Both Sheila and mom the woman looked at me strange a moment. "That asshole!" I said as I shook my head. The woman named Betty was suddenly intrigued. "Ok you've peaked my curiosity. Do you know her?" I turned toward her with a smirk on my face, "Oh yeah, I know her. Almost as well as the asshole who ordered you after me. He is my sadistic asshole of a father. She is my mother, or rather she was, now? I don't know anymore. That son of a bitch has her chasing me also." Betty did her son best to hide the shock that she was feeling. She knew that the General was a hard boss, though she never thought he'd hunt his own son. Then again, she thought he was pretty sadistic at times "So, what are you going desi to do with me?" She asked as she watched the Doctor pace the room. "If you're afraid we'll kill you, don't be. I intend to let you go when I can. For now, you'll have to stay..." Bhabhi I was saying. "Warning! Warning! I am detecting several tracking devices on her." I heard aunty Sheila say, then she had clipped Betty, knocking her out. Rapidly she removed all saree of Betty's clothes as I tried to watch without becoming aroused. I blushed and smiled at that embarrassing moment in the first desi week of the school year. You know about Opal and Felicity. Dad son gave mom a quick look of disapproval to Bhabhi which she replied, “What?!” “Good, I hate fakers. “May I?” I asked with my hand out. The penal system had been dramatically changed to serve the new social realities. I mom could see that I’d have to be careful what I wore them under at times. Dildos, aunty BDSM, bondage, roleplay, anal, we got saree it all." “Nothing, just waiting for you to pick up your girlfriend.” She said before they let go of each other and she stayed close to him. Stained.